The fine fringe of the shirt hung almost to the knees, and below it were leggings also of deerskin, beaded at the seams.

The feet were inclosed in deerskin moccasins, fitting tightly, but very soft and light.

A rifle, a tomahawk, and a useful knife at the belt completed the equipment.
They were walking, but each boy led a stout horse, and on the back of this horse was a great brown sack that hung down, puffy, on either side.
The sacks were filled with gunpowder made from cave-dust and the two boys, Henry Ware and Paul Cotter, were carrying it to a distant village that had exhausted its supply, but which, hearing of the strange new way in which Wareville obtained it, had sent begging for a loan of this commodity, more precious to the pioneer than gold and jewels.

The response was quick and spontaneous and Henry and Paul had been chosen to take the powder, an errand in which both rejoiced.

Already they had been two days in the great wilderness, now painted in gorgeous colors by the hand of autumn, and they had not seen a sign of a human being, white or red.
They walked steadily on, and the trained horses followed, each just behind his master, although there was no hand upon the bridle.